Laura lay back against the couch cushions, her breath shallow as Amanda climbed into her lap.
The robe was still half-falling off Amanda’s shoulders, exposing smooth skin and flushed collarbones.
She was beautiful herself. Freshly f****d and beautiful. Her hair was tousled. Her lips looked swollen from kissing. And her eyes, God! those eyes were determined now. Shy, yes, but full of something bolder. Something dangerous.
“I want to do this right,” Amanda said softly, brushing her fingers down Laura’s arm. “I want to know what it feels like to make you fall apart, too.”
Laura swallowed hard. “You already are.”
“No. Not just from looking at me.” Amanda leaned in, brushing their lips together in a whisper of a kiss. “I want to taste you. Touch you. Learn what makes you fall apart. I wan
